SHE

...she is to me, a vacant desire
like a lamp left unlit on a dark moonless night
only the need growing inside of me...
equals the need to lit it....

...she is to me, a forgotten thought...
like a beggar who does his job regardless of intentions
only the need for me to develop it...
equals the need for him to quit...

she is to me, a sinful attire
like a wedding ring left on one of the fingers other than meant for it
and the need that makes me want to leave it
equals the need to put it off forever

...she is to me, a holy sermon
like a cozy night that was meant to curl my eyes to sleep
and the need for me to hear it
equals the need to wake me up from its deepness

she is to me....a child born, centuries ago
in a tribe that has ceased to exist

she is to me...a thread lost in the complexes of a cloth
which was burnt for no reason

When I stare bluntly into the dormancy of the skies,
I see a glint which glows just that instant only for me to see....
....and that is she....

When I looked into the completeness of an infant's eyes
when he looked at me and his heart bet that moment
.......that is she!

When I wrote with my daily pen, the paper I tore,
but a dot that I just stopped to ponder...
........... that is she!

An abbreviation I took for her....and swear by the treasures that lay inside,
which unleashed may take on the world someday.....!

This is the simplest I get when I try and describe you, 'my dream'

I'd fall on a broken leaf
which pushed away the redness of my face..
...and when I put it away , it was still green as ever
....until the waters of time, took away its sanctity!

....that sand which bore my burden when I lost myself to a desert....!!

SHE IS WHERE I WAS AND EVERY WHERE..........I was just born "BLIND"